Platypus

Here’s the deal. I’m starved for entertainment, and as a bloodthirsty bitch, I like my entertainment to be violent. The people I have been around lately are like a dictionary with an index- really stupid. I’d estimate that their intelligence level hovers around that of plaque. This morning I was asked the deepest question I have heard all week… whether or not I like duck-billed platypuses. Excuse me? Come again? Why should I give a rats ass either way? After stating that, the guy that asked me the question looked at me and simply said that he had been asking people that for years, and nobody ever had an opinion on them. I still am not sure why he cares.

It’s sad that this was the highlight of my social day, well, night. So I am pulling myself away from the idiots that I am dealing with and finding a new crew to play with. I am have also been attempting a new lying/bullshitting strategy. It works. Tell the truth first and people don't believe you- then they buy the lie. Interesting shit.